solemnly—
like you want to say goodbye.
somehow; when the dark smelled
your stench and you smiled
and set the bridge on fire,
i could see the paint weathering;
almost like it was
saying
goodbye.
don't believe you
yarn the knots
and shift the
tide.
why? is a funny
thing to say and
when? is sadder.
the prostitute is
drunk and so is
the world; don't
stuff the bills in
her chest.
hospitals—
clashing, clanging;
septic and rancid.
solemnly—
like you want to say good bye.
.....
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Hiraeth
PoetryHIRAETH- (n.) A homesickness for a place you can never return to, a place which never was. Previously: Songs Of My Lonely Soul. *** A Song Of My Lonely Soul. A Ballad Of My Heart Whole. A Story That Was Never Said. When We Find It To Be Dead. ...
